Page 87 of Somewhere You Belong

Tilting my head back, I groan. “Fuck.”

She hums in agreement, and then begins to suck me in and out of those perfect lips, her red lipstick smearing all over my cock.

I think red just became my new favorite color.

“Jesus, baby. Slow down.”

She shakes her head, wraps both hands around my length, and twists them in opposite directions slowly while she sucks on the head.

I’m seeing fucking stars, aren’t I?

My head grows dizzy, I feel that tingle at the base of my spine, and if I don’t stop her soon, I’m gonna blow my load before we get to the main event. Stamina has never been a weakness of mine, but Willow is quickly testing that, and that means all of my preconceived strengths are quickly changing.

No matter how incredible Willow’s mouth feels, though, I know without a shadow of a doubt that her pussy will be my undoing, so I reluctantly pull my dick from her mouth and watch her bite her bottom lip coyly as she stares up at me. “Why’d you stop me?”

“Because I was about to come down your throat. And I want to be balls deep in your pussy when that happens.” I reach out and wipe her red lipstick from her face even though most of it is gone now and help her up from the floor. I go to help her lie on her back, but she bends down to my jeans, takes my wallet from the pocket, and tosses it at me before I can.

“I assume you need this then?”

“I do.” Taking the condom out, I toss my wallet back to the floor and then tear open the foil, covering myself as I lean back and Willowbegins to crawl over me. “Fine, you can be on top first, Goose. Don’t matter to me. I’ll still own you.”

“I’m counting on it.”

I position myself at her entrance and watch as she slowly sheathes me with her warmth, clenching my dick like a velvet glove, and taking me to heaven in a matter of seconds.

She looks down between her legs as she keeps working me in deeper.

“Go slow, baby. There’s no rush.” I grip her hips, helping her move. “Adjust to me. Let me in.”

When she finally takes me in all the way, she stares down at me, her blonde hair hanging around her face like a curtain. “Dallas…”

“Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good, so tight and hot,” I say as Willow lifts her hips and I thrust up into her, setting a pace as we begin to rock against each other.

I squeeze her waist, using her hips to help guide her as she moves up and down my cock, our heavy breathing filling the room.

“That’s it, baby. Use me.” I bury my hands in her hair and pull her lips to mine as she speeds up, griding her pelvis against mine, the sound of our skin slapping in the background, our words hitting my ears like the perfect soundtrack.

“Dallas…oh God…”

“Keep riding me, baby.”

“It feels so good.”

“Hell yeah, it does. Fuck…”

“Shit. Right there…”

“Are you gonna come, Willow?”

“Yes,” she moans as she falls apart, clenching my dick so hard that I struggle not to follow her over the edge. But I keep my composure, letting her ride out her release until she takes a moment to compose herself and collapses onto my chest.

“God damn it, you’re so fucking sexy when you come. Hell, I need to taste you.” I roll us over, slip out of her, and then drop my head down to her pussy to lap up her release.

“Fuck. Dallas, I can’t.” She tries to shove me away, but I pin her hands down on her stomach.

“Yes, you can because this wetness right here? It was my cock that made this happen,” I mumble against her flesh, feeling like a man possessed.

And I am.

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